Thoughts 4
Time
Dull days outnumber.
For you there is no slumber.
Killing your number.
The Faucet
Listen as it drips.
Wasting water one could sip.
Parched mouths and dry lips.
Vaccines
One shot or two shots.
Into the arms of a lot.
Saves lives.- Just a thought.
Bubbles?
Childhood dreams perchance?
Adult sensations in dance?
Senior Rx lance?
Freedom
Exercise freedom.
In stillness it gathers dust.
Dusty, it’s removed.
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Comments4
Good write, M.F.
Thanks Jerry, Just getting things off my mind.
Good write Fence.
Thanks Orch. Meanderings from my mind,
some insightful musings woven skilfully into accessible poetry that champion genuine brevity..
thanks for sharing dear poet
Thanks L.B. Only unloading my brain.
It aint easy doing these little nippers, is it ..
... however, one wouldn't think it having considered each of the five you pinned under the title Thoughts 4 ...
Little gems each of em ...
Here in the US, the "bubble" refers to the point when you reach it on your prescriptions you start paying the full price. "Killing your number" is prison slang for doing your time. Didn't know if those outside the US would pick up on those two phrases.
I had heard them before .. but like you, not sure if others would be as familiar ... they do work tho' regardless ..
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